everyone's poems/ random writings about everything

[alexcheshire]

I love writing, and I want to find people who love it to a similar degree of passion that I do. So don't fear, All are invited to share emotions through the power of words. So i'll start with one of my own.
This is an oldie that i wrote to my current boyfriend and love of my life, but while i was fucked up in the head.. i still like it though even though the words mean nothing anymore...

I feel crippled by the weight of my own despair
It seems these days that your the only one to care
im lost in these shadows that never let me go
they dont let me forget my life of more misery than you know
you tried to fix me, make me right
well sweetie, ive already lost that fight
No amount of revision or things youve said
can keep these demons out of my head
Dont think im not greatful for the help you offer
I think i was just born to suffer
The days when i feel numb are the best ones ever
because when i can feel the pain another part of me gets severed
Whenever i run away its to escape the hurt
because if im happy, even for a breath, than the fall will be worse than its worth
Too many people out there depressed and need someone to care
for anyone to waste their time, fixing a machine beyond repair
I wish I could be the girl you deserve,
someone refreshing to observe
I just thought id let you know
id never let you go
of course ill call on you if im in need
but trust me, i just TEND to BLEED</3

[vichilux]

I wrote one last week for my English class... it's about Salad Fingers!!! www.youtube.com/watch?v=Khte62YSzS0&feature=channel
Here it is:

Then you said it was black and white
but it doesn't matter, it's just real life.
-Is just that I don't like this, it's so god damn cruel!
-What did you think I meant, that's why it's so good!
*And so Salad Fingers ate the tape with the hairs he had found
and hid from the radio in a small room and just sat down.
The next day his brother came back home
and the stories from the Great War to Salad Fingers he told.
A sad goodbye, because he had to go back...
or that's what Salad Fingers thought:
it had been just half of a corpse the whole time.

So, yeah, that's it... I thought it would be fun to post it here... =) And I really like your poem, BTW... It reminds me of how I used to feel, seriously... And you have talent!

[alexcheshire]

thanks so muchh =)
yours is awesumm i <3 salad fingers =P
heres another one.. but MUCH more recent

I still have your scent on my shirt,
and its going to get me through the night,
remind me of your warmth,
release me from my fright,
I wish you could embrace me,
and hold me while i sleep,
tell me it'll be alright,
and wake me up when i get too deep
i love the way you hold me tight
and the way you look me in the eye
i love it when you push your lips to mine
and i will till the day i die <3

much cheesy-er but i like it =P

[mØnti]

I'm not very good at that. Wrote this one a while ago for my english class.

So you are here again but you still cherish your disbelief.
It is the numb believe of the world, that everything is born to die.
And although it is a game, you think it is the only truth.
But the only truth is life.
And now engrave in all the tombstone: “Nobody is entombed here!”

[Cue]

I haven't been writing much lately. This is the only thing semi-recent that I have.

-The Feeling-

My heart is telling me to write,
But it would seem my heart disagrees
This feeling is consuming my insides
A curse? Or fatal disease?
I didn't get off that easy,
Death causes feeling to end.

Instead what I have is eternal,
This feeling won't ever die.
Not even when I learn all
Those mysteries we call "life"
An artist's life is never easy
Even when that life comes to it's end

This power locked inside of us
Using it makes the feeling worse
The fires of creation further consume us
A blessing or a curse?
Giving in to the feeling is easy,
But all things it MUST END.

The feeling is gone..
This must be the END.
Loneliness engulfs me..
for the feeling was my FRIEND.

-END-

[vichilux]

Love the poems up there =D
Mmmm... I think I'm going to make one up right now:

...So lets blow up our head before it ends,
before the world does it itself...
And how did you get this deep anyway?
This isn't what you wanted,
but at least you could have tried!
I'm not blaming you, not trying to bring you down,
all I say is that I hate you for doing that...
but after all, you know you're right.

Yeah, it's not so good but I just made it up, so... And BTW, it is not about love... I don't like writing about love... (I do like reading it, for some reason)